We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.

小说的艺术就是同时置身事内与事外的艺术。

The only thing standing between you and your goal is the story you keep telling yourself as to why you can’t achieve it.

离别的人默默无语，月亮也寂静无声；明月有光辉照耀，人却有深情难诉。

最美的事物往往是我们无法理解的。

理性是感性的镜子。

Without effort, your talent is nothing more than your unmet potential.